Captain Anderson was coming around the corner of the Red House and raised a finger to stop him. Duggan slowed but didn’t stop.‘Fuck you,’ Anderson growled, punching him in the shoulder as he went by.The bike almost fell over as Duggan lost his balance but he got a foot on the ground and came to a halt. Anger smothered the pain in his shoulder as he turned back and shouted, ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’Anderson stepped up close to him. ‘You shouldn’t go telling tales.’‘And you shouldn’t go round spying on other people’s operations.’‘I’ll do whatever I think’s necessary to get the job done properly.’‘Stick to your own job. Stop trying to fuck up other people’s.’Anderson shook his head in wonder. ‘Have you stopped for a minute to wonder how she knew she was being followed?’Duggan laughed in his face. ‘You haven’t a fucking clue what’s going on.’Anderson raised a threatening finger and Duggan slapped it away, hard. ‘Just mind your own fucking business,’ he snapped and pushed a pedal to coast away.
